Amici 17 – La Finale: l’esibizione di Lauren Celentano sulle note di All That Jazz (VIDEO!)
Lauren Celentano, ballerina vincitrice del Circuito Danza di Amici 17, si è esibita sul palco della finale del talent show con All That Jazz, brano tratto dal musical Chicago (2002).
Il giovane talento americano ha sempre avuto una grande passione per il mondo di Broadway e questa sera, con la sua esibizione strabiliante, è riuscita a coronare un sogno.
Guarda il video dell’esibizione di Lauren Celentano sulle note di All That Jazz ad Amici 17:
Il palco della Finale sembra Broadway e la nostra ballerina E CANTANTE si chiama Lauren! Fate il tifo per lei questa sera? ?? Se volete votarla: CODICE 04 con sms al numero 4770004, attraverso l’app Mediaset FAN oppure su https://t.co/zUOEGWDNWy #Amici17 pic.twitter.com/bcvOhmL7yh
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Testo di All That Jazz, brano cantato e ballato da Lauren Celentano durante la finale di Amici 17:
Come on, Babe
Why don’t we paint the town?
And All That Jazz
I’m gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And All That Jazz.
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
but the piano’s hot
It’s just a noisy hall
Where there’s a nightly brawl
And All
That
Jazz!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And All That Jazz!
I hear that father dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And All That Jazz
Hold on, hon
We’re gonna bunny hug
I bought some Aspirin
Down at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand-new start
To do that Jazz!
And All That Jazz
And All That Jazz
It’s just a noisy hall
Where there’s a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
Find a flask
We’re playing fast and loose
And All That Jazz!
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And All That Jazz!
Come on babe
We’re gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
‘Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To All That Jazz
Oh, you’re gonna see her sheba shimmy shake
And All That Jazz!
Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break
And All That Jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother’s blood is curdle
If she’d hear
Her baby’s queer
For All That Jazz!
And All That Jazz!
Come on, Babe Oh,
Why don’t we paint
The town?
And All That Jazz
And All That Jazz!
I’m gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my Stockings down
And All That Jazz
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano’s hot.
It’s just a noisy hall
Where there’s a nightly brawl
And All That Jazz!
No, I’m no one’s wife
But, oh, I love my life
And All That Jazz!
That Jazz!